Chapter 4
The plan. The plan had been to stop quickly in Andy’s old room, grab the credit card his Mom said was there and his bag that Kenny would have brought up, and then go dump the bag in the goldenrod room, because hell if he was leaving Scooter alone for one second longer than necessary in this house. And then go shopping.
That had been the plan. And then Andy had opened the door to his room.
The last time Andy had really lived here, before he’d gone off to college, he’d been fifteen. He’d come home for one summer, and a couple of winter breaks, but it wasn’t like he’d wanted to spend his breaks redecorating. Mostly, he’d spent them coming up with excuses to not be home. And for whatever reason, his mother hadn’t seen fit to pack his things away and redecorate in the years since h
